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In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it. I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it. I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines. Jann McGuire In a message dated 9/26/2012 8:02:44 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, dpat23@msn.com writes: I remember Ellery's talking about having lived in the Philippines as a high school girl. (Her dad was a missionary and they were evacuated when WWII broke out.) When she was assigned to Manila, she thought the Tagalog language she had been fluent in would come back to her fairly easily. She was very frustrated to find that it was gone and not coming back. About 6 months in to her assignment, she had been doing development in Manila and was exhausted. She got on the bus to go home and wanted nothing much more than a good nap. But the women just behind her would not let that happen. They kept yammering away about the most stupid and trivial things: their kids and their squabbles, the troubles in their marriages, and other nonsense. Ellery was furious; why couldn't these women shut up and let her sleep? Suddenly, she realized that the women were speaking Tagalog and she was understanding every word. She was so tired that she had lost all her inhibitions and the Tagalog that lay just beneath her conscious mind came out. So from then on, she both understood and spoke Tagalog fluently. She had a great time telling this story on herself. Pat ____________________________________ From: sunwalker@comcast.net To: dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net; oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:49:46 -0600 Subject: [Dialogue] The old Order passing away First, a reflection on Ellery – as a young and inexperienced Global Prior, Ellery was one of the ones who was gracious enough to let me learn from my mistakes without rancor and yet with continued nourishing support. Just her face was a human support mechanism. She spiritually nourished me and we rarely even spoke. And with mortality on my mind as so many saints are called home, knowing you have gone with God, I will let go a bit of the anticipation of my own return. For Carol, while there are many, many memories: one that popped to the top was the time we were at the IERD in Delhi and had boarded the VERY tiny elevator on the top floor (about the 22nd as I recall) of the hotel where we were housed. We pushed the button for the ground floor and about a third of the way down, the elevator shuddered to a stop and the door opened…on a brick wall. Well, I was a little claustrophobic and unaware that Carol was extremely claustrophobic. That hour waiting to be rescued (it could have been 15 minutes, but seemed like SEVERAL hours) was revealing of the wondrous woman of steel (Superman move over) who kept us breathing and laughing to avoid injuring ourselves in the mad panic of fear that sets in when you MUST get OUT and you cannot. Clearly our circumstances were not our problem. While in “Heaven,” do a few cartwheels for me, my dear, as I know we both would enjoy them. Sunny Sunny Walker SunWalker Enterprises 303-587-3017 (cell) 303-671-0704 (home/office) _sunwalker@comcast.net_ (mailto:sunwalker@comcast.net) Aurora, CO No mattter how far you've gone down the wrong road, turn back. ~ Turkish Proverb _______________________________________________ Dialogue mailing list Dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/dialogue-wedgeblade.net = _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
Jann, I sent an email a few days ago referencing the book you’re talking about—Ellery had loaned it to me and I was wishing I had made a copy of it before returning it to her, because it is not available from any source. Jon, do you remember the name of it? The cover was black and red, and I believe the title was something about betrayal. Jann, you’re right, they did not get out right away. They were on the island of Mindanao, and my parents were on the island of Panay, where I was born in ’44 after my mother had been in hiding in the jungle for several years. I believe Ellery got out by submarine on the USS Narwhal in ’43. We got out by submarine when I was 3 months old the following year and then went back right after the war (I grew up in the Philippines). Ellery might have known another girl from Mindanao who has just written a book about her parents’ and her own WWII experience, called Guerrilla Daughter (the author, Ginger Hanson Holmes, is a close friend of mine; her dad and teen age brothers served in the Mindanao guerrillas under my uncle, Wendell Fertig). The game you are talking about is actually a Philippine folk dance called Tinikling. It is patterned after the movements of the Tikling bird as its long legs move in and out of fish traps in the water. Susan We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of government, far from it. We've staked the future of all our political institutions upon our capacity... to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God. (James Madison, 1778 to the General Assembly of the State of Virginia) From: oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of LAURELCG@aol.com Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2012 12:39 AM To: oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it. I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it. I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines. Jann McGuire In a message dated 9/26/2012 8:02:44 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, dpat23@msn.com writes: I remember Ellery's talking about having lived in the Philippines as a high school girl. (Her dad was a missionary and they were evacuated when WWII broke out.) When she was assigned to Manila, she thought the Tagalog language she had been fluent in would come back to her fairly easily. She was very frustrated to find that it was gone and not coming back. About 6 months in to her assignment, she had been doing development in Manila and was exhausted. She got on the bus to go home and wanted nothing much more than a good nap. But the women just behind her would not let that happen. They kept yammering away about the most stupid and trivial things: their kids and their squabbles, the troubles in their marriages, and other nonsense. Ellery was furious; why couldn't these women shut up and let her sleep? Suddenly, she realized that the women were speaking Tagalog and she was understanding every word. She was so tired that she had lost all her inhibitions and the Tagalog that lay just beneath her conscious mind came out. So from then on, she both understood and spoke Tagalog fluently. She had a great time telling this story on herself. Pat _____ From: sunwalker@comcast.net To: dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net; oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:49:46 -0600 Subject: [Dialogue] The old Order passing away First, a reflection on Ellery – as a young and inexperienced Global Prior, Ellery was one of the ones who was gracious enough to let me learn from my mistakes without rancor and yet with continued nourishing support. Just her face was a human support mechanism. She spiritually nourished me and we rarely even spoke. And with mortality on my mind as so many saints are called home, knowing you have gone with God, I will let go a bit of the anticipation of my own return. For Carol, while there are many, many memories: one that popped to the top was the time we were at the IERD in Delhi and had boarded the VERY tiny elevator on the top floor (about the 22nd as I recall) of the hotel where we were housed. We pushed the button for the ground floor and about a third of the way down, the elevator shuddered to a stop and the door opened…on a brick wall. Well, I was a little claustrophobic and unaware that Carol was extremely claustrophobic. That hour waiting to be rescued (it could have been 15 minutes, but seemed like SEVERAL hours) was revealing of the wondrous woman of steel (Superman move over) who kept us breathing and laughing to avoid injuring ourselves in the mad panic of fear that sets in when you MUST get OUT and you cannot. Clearly our circumstances were not our problem. While in “Heaven,” do a few cartwheels for me, my dear, as I know we both would enjoy them. 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Susan and Jann, et al - The tinkling bamboo dance, the national dance, is also perceived as a life stance. When birds are caught in the bamboo groove, especially during a storm, the bamboos hit each other ferociously that the only option is to try to escape, or dance in the wind, gracefully and with agility - but carefully. j'aime la vie -----Original Message----- From: Susan Fertig <susan@gmdtech.com> To: 'Order Ecumenical Community' <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> Sent: Thu, Sep 27, 2012 1:05 pm Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away Jann, I sent an email a few days ago referencing the book you’re talking about—Ellery had loaned it to me and I was wishing I had made a copy of it before returning it to her, because it is not available from any source. Jon, do you remember the name of it? The cover was black and red, and I believe the title was something about betrayal. Jann, you’re right, they did not get out right away. They were on the island of Mindanao, and my parents were on the island of Panay, where I was born in ’44 after my mother had been in hiding in the jungle for several years. I believe Ellery got out by submarine on the USS Narwhal in ’43. We got out by submarine when I was 3 months old the following year and then went back right after the war (I grew up in the Philippines). Ellery might have known another girl from Mindanao who has just written a book about her parents’ and her own WWII experience, called Guerrilla Daughter (the author, Ginger Hanson Holmes, is a close friend of mine; her dad and teen age brothers served in the Mindanao guerrillas under my uncle, Wendell Fertig). The game you are talking about is actually a Philippine folk dance called Tinikling. It is patterned after the movements of the Tikling bird as its long legs move in and out of fish traps in the water. Susan We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of government, far from it. We've staked the future of all our political institutions upon our capacity... to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God. (James Madison, 1778 to the General Assembly of the State of Virginia) From: oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of LAURELCG@aol.com Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2012 12:39 AM To: oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it. I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it. I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines. Jann McGuire In a message dated 9/26/2012 8:02:44 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, dpat23@msn.com writes: I remember Ellery's talking about having lived in the Philippines as a high school girl. (Her dad was a missionary and they were evacuated when WWII broke out.) When she was assigned to Manila, she thought the Tagalog language she had been fluent in would come back to her fairly easily. She was very frustrated to find that it was gone and not coming back. About 6 months in to her assignment, she had been doing development in Manila and was exhausted. She got on the bus to go home and wanted nothing much more than a good nap. But the women just behind her would not let that happen. They kept yammering away about the most stupid and trivial things: their kids and their squabbles, the troubles in their marriages, and other nonsense. Ellery was furious; why couldn't these women shut up and let her sleep? Suddenly, she realized that the women were speaking Tagalog and she was understanding every word. She was so tired that she had lost all her inhibitions and the Tagalog that lay just beneath her conscious mind came out. So from then on, she both understood and spoke Tagalog fluently. She had a great time telling this story on herself. Pat From: sunwalker@comcast.net To: dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net; oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:49:46 -0600 Subject: [Dialogue] The old Order passing away First, a reflection on Ellery – as a young and inexperienced Global Prior, Ellery was one of the ones who was gracious enough to let me learn from my mistakes without rancor and yet with continued nourishing support. Just her face was a human support mechanism. She spiritually nourished me and we rarely even spoke. And with mortality on my mind as so many saints are called home, knowing you have gone with God, I will let go a bit of the anticipation of my own return. For Carol, while there are many, many memories: one that popped to the top was the time we were at the IERD in Delhi and had boarded the VERY tiny elevator on the top floor (about the 22nd as I recall) of the hotel where we were housed. We pushed the button for the ground floor and about a third of the way down, the elevator shuddered to a stop and the door opened…on a brick wall. Well, I was a little claustrophobic and unaware that Carol was extremely claustrophobic. That hour waiting to be rescued (it could have been 15 minutes, but seemed like SEVERAL hours) was revealing of the wondrous woman of steel (Superman move over) who kept us breathing and laughing to avoid injuring ourselves in the mad panic of fear that sets in when you MUST get OUT and you cannot. Clearly our circumstances were not our problem. While in “Heaven,” do a few cartwheels for me, my dear, as I know we both would enjoy them. Sunny Sunny Walker SunWalker Enterprises 303-587-3017 (cell) 303-671-0704 (home/office) sunwalker@comcast.net Aurora, CO No mattter how far you've gone down the wrong road, turn back. ~ Turkish Proverb _______________________________________________ Dialogue mailing list Dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/dialogue-wedgeblade.net = _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
I love that description, Jaime! Susan We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of government, far from it. We've staked the future of all our political institutions upon our capacity... to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God. (James Madison, 1778 to the General Assembly of the State of Virginia) From: oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of Jaime R Vergara Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2012 7:40 AM To: oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away Susan and Jann, et al - The tinkling bamboo dance, the national dance, is also perceived as a life stance. When birds are caught in the bamboo groove, especially during a storm, the bamboos hit each other ferociously that the only option is to try to escape, or dance in the wind, gracefully and with agility - but carefully. j'aime la vie -----Original Message----- From: Susan Fertig <susan@gmdtech.com> To: 'Order Ecumenical Community' <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> Sent: Thu, Sep 27, 2012 1:05 pm Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away Jann, I sent an email a few days ago referencing the book you’re talking about—Ellery had loaned it to me and I was wishing I had made a copy of it before returning it to her, because it is not available from any source. Jon, do you remember the name of it? The cover was black and red, and I believe the title was something about betrayal. Jann, you’re right, they did not get out right away. They were on the island of Mindanao, and my parents were on the island of Panay, where I was born in ’44 after my mother had been in hiding in the jungle for several years. I believe Ellery got out by submarine on the USS Narwhal in ’43. We got out by submarine when I was 3 months old the following year and then went back right after the war (I grew up in the Philippines). Ellery might have known another girl from Mindanao who has just written a book about her parents’ and her own WWII experience, called Guerrilla Daughter (the author, Ginger Hanson Holmes, is a close friend of mine; her dad and teen age brothers served in the Mindanao guerrillas under my uncle, Wendell Fertig). The game you are talking about is actually a Philippine folk dance called Tinikling. It is patterned after the movements of the Tikling bird as its long legs move in and out of fish traps in the water. Susan We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of government, far from it. We've staked the future of all our political institutions upon our capacity... to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God. (James Madison, 1778 to the General Assembly of the State of Virginia) From: oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net <mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net?> ] On Behalf Of LAURELCG@aol.com Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2012 12:39 AM To: oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it. I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it. I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines. Jann McGuire In a message dated 9/26/2012 8:02:44 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, dpat23@msn.com writes: I remember Ellery's talking about having lived in the Philippines as a high school girl. (Her dad was a missionary and they were evacuated when WWII broke out.) When she was assigned to Manila, she thought the Tagalog language she had been fluent in would come back to her fairly easily. She was very frustrated to find that it was gone and not coming back. About 6 months in to her assignment, she had been doing development in Manila and was exhausted. She got on the bus to go home and wanted nothing much more than a good nap. But the women just behind her would not let that happen. They kept yammering away about the most stupid and trivial things: their kids and their squabbles, the troubles in their marriages, and other nonsense. Ellery was furious; why couldn't these women shut up and let her sleep? Suddenly, she realized that the women were speaking Tagalog and she was understanding every word. She was so tired that she had lost all her inhibitions and the Tagalog that lay just beneath her conscious mind came out. So from then on, she both understood and spoke Tagalog fluently. She had a great time telling this story on herself. Pat _____ From: sunwalker@comcast.net To: dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net; oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:49:46 -0600 Subject: [Dialogue] The old Order passing away First, a reflection on Ellery – as a young and inexperienced Global Prior, Ellery was one of the ones who was gracious enough to let me learn from my mistakes without rancor and yet with continued nourishing support. Just her face was a human support mechanism. She spiritually nourished me and we rarely even spoke. And with mortality on my mind as so many saints are called home, knowing you have gone with God, I will let go a bit of the anticipation of my own return. For Carol, while there are many, many memories: one that popped to the top was the time we were at the IERD in Delhi and had boarded the VERY tiny elevator on the top floor (about the 22nd as I recall) of the hotel where we were housed. We pushed the button for the ground floor and about a third of the way down, the elevator shuddered to a stop and the door opened…on a brick wall. Well, I was a little claustrophobic and unaware that Carol was extremely claustrophobic. That hour waiting to be rescued (it could have been 15 minutes, but seemed like SEVERAL hours) was revealing of the wondrous woman of steel (Superman move over) who kept us breathing and laughing to avoid injuring ourselves in the mad panic of fear that sets in when you MUST get OUT and you cannot. Clearly our circumstances were not our problem. While in “Heaven,” do a few cartwheels for me, my dear, as I know we both would enjoy them. Sunny Sunny Walker SunWalker Enterprises 303-587-3017 (cell) 303-671-0704 (home/office) sunwalker@comcast.net Aurora, CO No mattter how far you've gone down the wrong road, turn back. ~ Turkish Proverb _______________________________________________ Dialogue mailing list Dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/dialogue-wedgeblade.net = _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
That is so about Ellery. The dance she taught is the Tinikling or rice bird dance, where the bird is trying to dodge the traps set by the farmers. George Holcombe 14900 Yellowleaf Tr. Austin, TX 78728 Mobile 512/252-2756 “...we have the choice: we can gratefully cultivate the relationships that make us part of a vast network, or we can take them for granted and allow them to wither and die.” Brother David Steindl-Rast, Deeper than Words Sent from my iPad On Sep 26, 2012, at 11:39 PM, LAURELCG@aol.com wrote:
In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it.
I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it.
I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines.
Jann McGuire
In a message dated 9/26/2012 8:02:44 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, dpat23@msn.com writes: I remember Ellery's talking about having lived in the Philippines as a high school girl. (Her dad was a missionary and they were evacuated when WWII broke out.) When she was assigned to Manila, she thought the Tagalog language she had been fluent in would come back to her fairly easily. She was very frustrated to find that it was gone and not coming back. About 6 months in to her assignment, she had been doing development in Manila and was exhausted. She got on the bus to go home and wanted nothing much more than a good nap. But the women just behind her would not let that happen. They kept yammering away about the most stupid and trivial things: their kids and their squabbles, the troubles in their marriages, and other nonsense. Ellery was furious; why couldn't these women shut up and let her sleep? Suddenly, she realized that the women were speaking Tagalog and she was understanding every word. She was so tired that she had lost all her inhibitions and the Tagalog that lay just beneath her conscious mind came out. So from then on, she both understood and spoke Tagalog fluently. She had a great time telling this story on herself. Pat
From: sunwalker@comcast.net To: dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net; oe@lists.wedgeblade.net Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:49:46 -0600 Subject: [Dialogue] The old Order passing away
First, a reflection on Ellery – as a young and inexperienced Global Prior, Ellery was one of the ones who was gracious enough to let me learn from my mistakes without rancor and yet with continued nourishing support. Just her face was a human support mechanism. She spiritually nourished me and we rarely even spoke. And with mortality on my mind as so many saints are called home, knowing you have gone with God, I will let go a bit of the anticipation of my own return.
For Carol, while there are many, many memories: one that popped to the top was the time we were at the IERD in Delhi and had boarded the VERY tiny elevator on the top floor (about the 22nd as I recall) of the hotel where we were housed. We pushed the button for the ground floor and about a third of the way down, the elevator shuddered to a stop and the door opened…on a brick wall. Well, I was a little claustrophobic and unaware that Carol was extremely claustrophobic. That hour waiting to be rescued (it could have been 15 minutes, but seemed like SEVERAL hours) was revealing of the wondrous woman of steel (Superman move over) who kept us breathing and laughing to avoid injuring ourselves in the mad panic of fear that sets in when you MUST get OUT and you cannot. Clearly our circumstances were not our problem. While in “Heaven,” do a few cartwheels for me, my dear, as I know we both would enjoy them.
Sunny
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In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it.
I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it.
I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines.
Jann McGuire
Jann, thank you for reminding me where I first met Ellery and Tony, is was in the San Francisco House! I drove up there almost weekly for meetings of various kinds. One night I was so exhausted from long days of teaching and driving to the S.F. House so often, I nearly drove off Highway 280! (I also almost fell asleep reading a book to my 5th graders--not cool!) I remember when Ellery and Tony came to Kemper, but I have no idea what year that was. Ruth Landmann --
Jon, I've been trying to remember the church where your parents were when I met them. I went to Chicago for a couple of days this week and stopped to see a friend in Norwood Park. Your Dad's church was St. Andrews Presbyterian Church just south of Norwood Park. This would have been in the 60s I think. Priscilla Wilson On Sep 27, 2012, at 5:21 PM, Ruth Landmann wrote:
At 8:46 AM -0400 9/27/12, LAURELCG@aol.com wrote:
Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8" Content-Language: en In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it.
I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it.
I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines.
Jann McGuire
Jann, thank you for reminding me where I first met Ellery and Tony, is was in the San Francisco House! I drove up there almost weekly for meetings of various kinds. One night I was so exhausted from long days of teaching and driving to the S.F. House so often, I nearly drove off Highway 280! (I also almost fell asleep reading a book to my 5th graders--not cool!)
I remember when Ellery and Tony came to Kemper, but I have no idea what year that was. Ruth Landmann --
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Ruth, I dozed off once or twice in the midst of taking attendance in my 5th grade class. They were just looking strangely at me . . . at least they were paying attention . . . Jim Wiegel "The problem with quotes on the internet is that it is hard to verify their authenticity." Abraham Lincoln 401 North Beverly Way, Tolleson, Arizona 85353-2401 +1 623-363-3277 skype: jfredwiegel jfwiegel@yahoo.com www.partnersinparticipation.com Upcoming public course opportunities: ToP Facilitation Methods, Sept 11-12, 2012 ToP Strategic Planning, Oct 9-10, 2012 The AZ Community of Practice meets the 1st Friday- Sept 7, 2012 Facilitation Mastery : Our Mastering the Technology of Participation program is available in Phoenix in 2012-3. Program begins on Nov 14-16, 2012 See short video http://partnersinparticipation.com/?page_id=55 and website for further details. --- On Thu, 9/27/12, Ruth Landmann <tddynewf@cruzio.com> wrote: From: Ruth Landmann <tddynewf@cruzio.com> Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away To: "Order Ecumenical Community" <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> Date: Thursday, September 27, 2012, 3:21 PM Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] The old Order passing away At 8:46 AM -0400 9/27/12, LAURELCG@aol.com wrote: Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8" Content-Language: en In the San Francisco House, 1970-71, Ellery acquired some bamboo poles and taught the kids a Philippino game kind of like jump rope, but jumping between the poles as they were clapped together in rhythm. She was very good at it. I believe she and her parents didn't get evacuated for 2 or 3 years after the war broke out. They were hidden from the occupying Japanese army by local folks in the crawl space under the house until smuggled out on a submarine and taken to Ayers Rock (?) in Australia. Maybe Jon can elaborate. I believe her father wrote a book about it. I feel privileged to have been acquainted with these two heroines. Jann McGuire Jann, thank you for reminding me where I first met Ellery and Tony, is was in the San Francisco House! I drove up there almost weekly for meetings of various kinds. One night I was so exhausted from long days of teaching and driving to the S.F. House so often, I nearly drove off Highway 280! (I also almost fell asleep reading a book to my 5th graders--not cool!) I remember when Ellery and Tony came to Kemper, but I have no idea what year that was. Ruth Landmann -- -----Inline Attachment Follows----- _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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Wilson Priscilla